She wasn’t a politician, never held public office, but offered advice from her heart that seemed to heal our souls and tickle our funny bone. I heard Erma speak many years ago before her untimely death. She addressed a newspaper audience at our annual convention at the stately Brown Palace hotel. She confessed her addiction to smoking that likely ended her life before her time. I’ve featured this column in past years, but it is so timely every time I read her masterpiece. A special salute to all of the cooks of the holiday seasons, to the mothers, grandmothers, daughters who worked so hard on meals and presents to make families happy.
As we end 2018 and begin the challenges of a new year, we all can take a lesson from Erma looking back over her life as she prepared to end hers.
If I Had My Life To Live Over
By Erma Bombeck
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